Archive for September, 2010

September 27, 2010

We Tremulants

are you peaking in the red?
perforated at the neck
what of this mongrel architect
a broken arm of sewers set
past present and future tense

this is a mars volta post, spanning many years.
in celebration of 24 years of weird life, and 5 years of ear bleeding progressions
the imminence of permanence

since i first bought ‘de-loused in the comatorium’ in late late 2005, i have been entranced.  my first opinion of them in 2003 had been wrongfully instilled by someone of insipid musical taste.  trusting them stupidly, i went along for years unknowing.  during a brief stint with a boy holding the name of a poet [but was far from such], he played de-loused and i was questioning, curious.
biting the bullet, i bought my own copy [from the eternally evil HMV, for cd esoterik had just closed and i was frantic] and opened the case and saw



i was not yet a visual artist at this point but i appreciated the connection of the illustrations, the music, and the concept.  my definition of music and idea of storytelling changed dramatically after this [i had not known of xiu xiu at this time, but they followed suit soonly].
and proceeded to collect every scrap of the careers of omar and cedric.
keeping visually inspiring imagery and moving house are often conflicting, and somewhere between then and now there was a 6 month period where i could not for the life of me find that illustration.  it had been a staple on my wall as a mini poster since it came into my possession and severe panic ensued.  i found it, of course.

but to vow i will never be without clasped arms and the water’s surface, i went and drilled it into my body.  just to be really sure.


you get the idea.  i am chair dancing, but to the smiths.  only because it is autumn.
so there you have it – the strangest story of Cerpin Taxt, featuring torment, opiates, submarines, a coma, and eventual suicide – on my arm.

the itching.  behold it.

September 15, 2010

Absorption Rates May Apply

today when walking to david’s tea i turned a corner and heard someone playing central park style piano with their 3rd floor apartment door open.
i wonder

later that evening i had the immense honour of watching tarkovsky’s ZERKALO

less of a ‘movie’ and more of a cinematographic experience
even during a post-krushchev russia, tarkovsky managed to create a piece almost entirely devoid of political comment – even while including historical footage of war
the kind of film that tugs the back of your eyelids in lucid familiarity
after a spell of films that have left me desiring more, zerkalo is overflowing – above and beyond ART,,,,,

the film also features one of my favourite pieces by JS Bach Das alte Jahr vergangen ist
which is if not eerily similar to, reminds me of how i feel when i listen to C Cat Trance’s ‘Taksim

what do you think?

September 8, 2010

Zany Zine Zone

zine sun lovin’

the newest member of the 6PPP family is YARNBOMBING


deluxxe 1st edition of 20 come with 3 MINIBOMBS!

so, if you’re jonesing for some immediate tagging, i’d get it ASAP

September 7, 2010


How long, how long did your estuary run?
Did you call yourself a father?
Did you call yourself so dumb?
Did you call yourself a shovel that was suffocating fun?


i am so bad at this

i swear i’ve been good

working at the gallery, babysitting and such has lead me to believe i am ‘busy’

and what with my whole one class this semester

it’ll get me real far.

in other news i’ve been crushing violets, yelling at phones, avoiding hairy necks, pilfering seeds, chasing tails, eating [mostly] raw, feeding fish, sleeping with the decameron shoved under my pillow for plague dreams, wanting to be dame darcy when i grow up, counting down the days to 24, knitting my hands off, bruising my hips, possibly going to the gun show [?], and other nonsense.  i’m sure there’s more but no one cares so here’s some stuff

[camera’s still bust]

heads up!

new zine! took me absolute days to piece this guy together and its still horrendously written. I’M A VISUAL ARTIST. ahem.


i also recently knit a larger than life sized kalashnikov! i succeeded! next up —- chainsaw??

september is the one month that isn’t full of surprises. the cool routine is refreshing but i daresay in the long run, i should mess it up a bit because the following months tend to be excruciatingly difficult. let’s do this right, this time. for once. i’m getting too old for this heartbreak business.
one thing to look forward to is the highly anticipated move out of this…city. in the spring. so.